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| - Oh....caramelized bacon, perfectly poached eggs filled with liquid gold, savory sweet waffles....Starving Artist brunch, how I love thee.
I seriously think back to that first time I had brunch there and drool.
Then, I sigh and think I don't want to deal with the lineup of yuppies all waiting for a table.
The only reason why I gave this place 4/5 stars: some (not all) of the customers suck. Rude, inconsiderate, and obnoxious. I'm sorry you have to "step over vagrants" to get to the restaurant, perhaps you should stick to Yorkville since evidently you think Lansdowne is full of thugs ready to mug you?
The last time I was at the restaurant, the place was packed, wherever there was an open spot, you got seated. My friend and I took a seat at the counter, which was perfect since then we could watch them cook and chat, but not everyone was so satisfied. One large group in particular sitting by the door was non-stop complaining and blocking the entrance. Yes, I understand that sitting by the door sucks, especially in the winter, but you came there with six people, and that was the only table available at that time. If the guy running the restaurant says "No" to your request to move tables (since the other table was spoken for), you don't go and then ask the waitress (who did not know that they had already asked the owner and he denied them) and get her in trouble. Awesome. Way to be dicks.
Anyways, this place is really really special. Highly recommend!
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